[D]And rattled through the [Bm]reeds and the [G]willow trees b[A]eyond

[Bm]Daddy in his [A]good hat and [G]mama in her S[D]unday dress

[D]Watched with pride as I s[Bm]tood there in the w[G]ater up [A]to my c[D]hest

And the [C]preacher spoke [G]about the cleansing[D] Blood

[G]As I sank my [D]toes into that [Bm]cool East Texas [A]mud

CHORUS

And it was[D] down will the[Bm] old man

[G]Up[A] with the [D]new

[G]Raised to w[D]alk in the ways of l[Bm]ight and t[A]ruth

[Bm]I didn't see no a[G]ngels, just a f[D]ew saints on the s[G]hore

And I [D]felt like a[A] new-born[Bm] baby

Cradled[G] up in the[A] arms of the[D] Lord

VERSE 2

[D]Amazing [Bm]grace, [G]oh how sweet the [A]sound

There was[D] glory in the[Bm] air, there was[G] dinner on the[A] ground

And my[Bm] sins which were[A] many, were[G] washed away and[D] gone

[D]Along with a buffalo [Bm]nickel I for[G]got to [A]leave at [D]home

But that[C] seemed like such a[G] small, small[D] price to pay

[G]For the blessed [D]peace of mind that [Bm]came to me that [A]day

TO CHORUS

This[C] road is long and[G] dusty,

Sometimes the [Bm]soul, it[A] must be [D]cleansed

And I[C] long to feel that[G] water, rushing[Bm] over me ag[A]ain

TO CHORUS

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